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Yo we hazardous, dangerous rhyme patterns you couldn't see
with 3D optical lenses, or telescope telepathy. All I hear is rock bands with wack MC collaborations, with no structure, we on point like hypodermic acupuncture. You know the name, Ako Mack, crush your tactics with a combination of mathematics and wolverine codes in my genetics. I'll turn your verbals to vertebrates, sever you neurological networks and leave your lyricism polio stricken when I'm spittin. Yo the mic Sodom and Gomorra, I drag MCs to the paradox of heavens gate and put a curse on your aura. Hold ya nose and let the toxic fumigation form dilemmas in your mind for cerebellum separation, concentration, we... Shut em down, Shut em down, GIVE ME THE MIC, just give me the mic, AND WATCH ME CAUSE CATASTROPHE. Shut em down, Shut em down, give me the mic, just give me the mic, I'm raw with it, raw with it. Lyrics run in Africa, side by side with a panther, mad dogging all national geographical cameras, deep meditation in a scrap yard, with two rottweillers on guard, foaming from the lower jaw is how I stay hard. If you diagnose Bionic it will give your brain a biopsy, we hit the stage and make em pit, open up the crowd like a autopsy, yo. We shut em down, verbally cut of your skin, give your bones Osteoporosis, then we see it it again, what. You don't wanna deal with the underwater, heat seeking, intercontinental, ballistic missile with the sasskwatch reasoning, who told you you could fuck with bionic? That's misleading, self defeating, and wrong formula in the teaching, we... Shut em down, Shut em down, GIVE ME THE MIC, just give me the mic, AND WATCH ME CAUSE CATASTROPHE. Shut em down, Shut em down, give me the mic, just give me the mic, I'm raw with it, raw with it. Set if off, let it off, its a lyrical bomb SO GET DOWN, AND GET DOWN, AND GET DOWN, AND GET DOWN. Set it off, let it off, are you ready for war? LETS GET DOWN, LETS GET DOWN, LETS GET DOWN. Shut em down lock em down lock'em down shut em down shut em down, lethal and hard-core material, what, hit em up, BIONIC RIPPIN IT THROUGH YOUR STEREO NOBODY LEAVIN ALIVE WE SHUT EM DOWN.. NO... WAY.... OUT.... NOW we........ Shut em down, Shut em down, GIVE ME THE MIC, just give me the mic, AND WATCH ME CAUSE CATASTROPHE. Shut em down, Shut em down, give me the mic, just give me the mic, I'm raw with it, raw with it. Shut em down, Shut em down, GIVE ME THE MIC, just give me the mic, AND WATCH ME CAUSE CATASTROPHE. Shut em down, Shut em down, give me the mic, just give me the mic, I'm raw with it, raw with it. |
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Are you ready for a brother with a mouth full of hand grenades?
Watch a brothers tongue serenade with the grace of a razor blade over butter in the middle of a heat wave. Peep ways, got a baby in every part of the city because I'm street made. Did you really want to clash with me? Cause I'll paint a picture sad to see, like a brother from a rope in an apple tree. Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli? What you trippin' on? Some of that shit that be killing off the ozone mention my clique now she don't want to put her clothes on. You better recognize who to idolize over tracks or catch a match to the batch of the kerosene for the pay back cause the S.W. never play that, I eliminate them till the moon fade black. Never sentimental on an instrumental when its complemental to the mental psycho, alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle from the max. to the minimal... Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, YEAH Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump Terminal condition when the mic is in position, to slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up. Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion propelling through my nemesis multiple combination in 3D images split a wig when a fool trip. Never mind what your sipping on, What you trippin on? Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone? Monologue get mind blown, keep you ducking in the bushes when the infrared roam. Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly rock the philosophy made for the rap game. I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game, drop flows and got chose for the rap game. I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive .... what what what w what what come on Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, YEAH Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry. WAS IT THE NIGHT WE DRAGGED YOUR HOMMIE THROUGH THE NIGHT CLUB MADE HIM FOLD UP WHEN HE LOC'D UP. DROPPIN HEAT SEEKERS TO HIS DOME LIKE A HOT COMB TO HIS DOME WHEN HE SPOKE UP. ALL ADVERSARIES LOOK AWAY WHEN THE A TO THE K-O-M-A-C-K. GET TO RIPPIN THROUGH THE CABLE WITH THE WRATH OF A BULLET BET YOUR CORNER CATCH A RICOCHET. PROPELLING PARALLEL WITH THE LIGHT SPEED LAID BACK, LIKE A KNOCK KNEED EYE TO EYE WITH THE ENEMY, WHILE THE TELEPATHY PROCEED TO ACHIEVE BLOWING ENEMIES TO A REALM IN A CALM BREEZE I SHALL..... rip it till my lungs cease PROCEED.... spittin game in the city streets AND CONTINUE.... rippin heads off of robeast Sincerely yours black mack with the khakis creased What you trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, YEAH Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? Pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump BRING IT ON HEAT IT UP LET ME SEE HOW YOU SERVE CAUSE DAMN IF I AINT SUPERB WITH IT BRING IT ON HEAT IT UP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP WHATCHA TRIPPIN ON? LET ME SEE HOW YOU SERVE CAUSE DAMN IF I AINT SUPERB WITH IT PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP WHATCHA TRIPPIN ON? |
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This is me,
Black and most hated in all fifty, from genocide to swastikas and right wing comittees, This is me, the witness to governmental conspiracies, overcrowded cells breed addicts to feed my street This is me, the one the aryan nation wanna touch, burn my church, set me up, hog tie, and wet me up, and at the same time my own block hold a nine and a bullet with my name in case I go against the grain America sleeps, while children play with cyber sex, and my neighbor's hard to love cuz I know he child molests Money manifest the greed, greed manifest the murder, murder manifest revenge to hold the cycle of the sins But I shot Lucifer, Christ compelled me, Christ compelled me, we bring the truth to life I shocked the world with it, shocked the world with it, A governmental conspiracy to murder me Descendents of Charles Manson never seem to cease, cuz everyday man impregnates the belly of the beast, This is me, in the united states of amnesia your state of a union don't address me when my block is in the seizure This is me, the revolution televised in the century, millennium Armageddon, every time you ever mention This is me, I fight holy wars with the dot coms raise wars and modern Vietnams, they yellin' This is me, I circle your retreat I'm standed at the foot of marshall law, and I watch my homies bleed America sleeps, and money got the kids impressed, put the president in jail, he in office having sex, politians ain't real, motherfuck the police, in the cells, on the inside, the jails and the streets, But I shot Lucifer, Christ compelled me, Christ compelled me, we bring the truth to life I shocked the world with it, shocked the world with it, A governmental conspiracy to murder me I shot Lucifer, Christ compelled me, Christ compelled me, we bring the truth to life I shocked the world with it, shocked the world with it, A governmental conspiracy to murder me, murder me, me, me... I am the alpha to the seventh power, omega in its last hours, I am the alpha to the seventh power, omega in its last hours, I am the alpha to the seventh power, omega in its last hours, I am the alpha to the seventh power, omega in its last hours, Do you hear me? I am the alpha to the seventh power, omega its last hours, electrical towers and meteor showers all get devoured expose the cowards chaos and power the devil is yours the Lord is ours I shot Lucifer, Christ compelled me, Christ compelled me, we bring the truth to life I shocked the world with it, shocked the world with it, A governmental conspiracy to murder me I shot Lucifer, Christ compelled me, Christ compelled me, Christ compel me I shocked the world with it, shocked the world with it, A governmental conspiracy to murder me I shot Lucifer I shot Lucifer I shot Lucifer I shot Lucifer I shot Lucifer I shot Lucifer I shot Lucifer I shot Lucifer |
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I bang the whip in the parking lot,
step out sparklin a medallion as I listen to the club hop. Step in the spot head noddin, counting big faces, now IM plotting how to get the freaks out the silk laces. OK, my formula right, two parts of the Congnac, one part shine of the ice, fake playa, cease you mouthpiece when I speak or you might find my name monogrammed between your girls sheets. Game stay tight, spending money aint a thing cause we recoup when the track let loose. Hey yo what yall want, you better bow to the mack, the playa, club predator, etc. Keep pimpin through the crowd, put your hands to the roof, whoop whoop, 'TIL YOUR MONEY IS MADE. FROM MY G'S TO THE BALLAS AND BALLAS UP TO THE G'S WE ON PIMP, playa, hustla type shit I'm pimpin through the crowd, I'm off to the spot, where the ballas and g's congregate when they pop collars. Look baby girl, you know my money is made, can I see your G-string in the back of the escalade? Apologize when you know its a playa, baby you can hate the game, but you know it don't change, see its like this we keep it on lock, and got it made, as we step in wife beaters and French braids. Get with this, cause we immaculate, we bang hits, money stacking it, pop that Cris, pour me a glass to get her drunk and make her give me the ass, holla back Keep pimpin through the crowd, put your hands to the roof, whoop whoop, 'TIL YOUR MONEY IS MADE. FROM MY G'S TO THE BALLAS AND BALLAS UP TO THE G'S WE ON PIMP, playa, hustla type shit Lets get the club up, show em how we came to get down Lets get the club up, bounce aint no standing around Lets get the club up, get em from wall to wall 'til my fellas get money, 'til the ladies drop drawers Keep pimpin through the crowd, put your hands to the roof, whoop whoop, 'TIL YOUR MONEY IS MADE. FROM MY G'S TO THE BALLAS AND BALLAS UP TO THE G'S WE ON PIMP, playa, hustla type shit |
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Somebody take flight from the stage to the crowd below
and expose a bloody nose from the flows of your elbows, no crowd control. This is no holds barred. We gonna brawl until your knocked out, sprawled in your socks and draws with the paramedics involved. Engage the mosh pit and lose control until the stage fold, because Bionic ain't leaving 'til you suffocating in the front row. I want to see shoulder blades ricochet of the ribcage, this is new age stress age for boogie down renegades in rage. You want to body bang this is insane war games with nothing to gain but pain If you ready for war then hit the floor, everybody come on. You're in the swarm, you're in the swarm. You want to bang, let's go bring the pain, let's go You hit 'em high, high - I hit 'em low, low. If you ready for war then hit the floor, everybody come on. You're in the swarm, you're in the swarm. You want to bang, let's go bring the pain, let's go You hit 'em high, high - I hit 'em low, low. This section is reserved for those hard to kill. So shove him in his chest hard enough to turn lungs to gills. Discolate your shoulder, is the quota, these rhymes send your head to nova scotia with animalistic impulse take over. Mosh Monster. Behold the head trauma, get down, no Do Si Do This is the true essence of the underground. Sunshine or rain. We toss on asphalt terrain, as we levitate over the crown with your eye balls couged. You want to body bang this is insane war gameswith nothing to gain but pain If you ready for war then hit the floor, everybody come on. You're in the swarm, you're in the swarm. You want to bang, let's go bring the pain, let's go You hit 'em high, high - I hit 'em low, low. If you ready for war then hit the floor, everybody come on. You're in the swarm, you're in the swarm. You want to bang, let's go bring the pain, let's go You hit 'em high, high - I hit 'em low, low. I'm going insane I feel the temerature rise but can I maintain? All the punish and shovin it's like we gang bang, it's a thin line between livin' and dyin'. I'm going insane I feel the temerature rise but can I maintain? All the punish and shovin it's like we gang bang, it's a thin line between livin' and dyin'. You want to body bang? This is insane. War games with nothing to gain but pain. Wou want to bash with it? Then we can clash with it, and see who be the last man to stand with it. If you ready for war then hit the floor, everybody come on. You're in the swarm, you're in the swarm. You want to bang, let's go bring the pain, let's go You hit 'em high, high - I hit 'em low, low. If you ready for war then hit the floor, everybody come on. You're in the swarm, you're in the swarm. You want to bang, let's go bring the pain, let's go You hit 'em high, high - I hit 'em low, low. |
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My approach to danger, political sabotage for death in front of abortion clinics.
The American pastime is murder at high schools, and pipe bombs at the Olympics. Hate crimes in federal buildings, terrorism abroad, killing children, now they all atheists. Unlawful aryans with Matthew Hale, want wars of race to make space. The confrontation is global, then its apartheid became the suicide bicoastal. So much drama and stress inside the world for real, got god looking through his bifocals. I'm ready to die, give me the word, I'm ready to shoot, I'm ready to kill my enemies, and put em in a body bag, while I'm looking at the president and burning a flag, what Go against the grain, break the chains, get out ESCAPE FROM THE KILLING FIELDS WITH THE POWER TO FORM STORMS I'M GONNA HIT EM WITH RAGE AND KEEP ON Go against the grain, break the chains, get out ESCAPE FROM THE KILLING FIELDS WITH THE POWER TO FORM STORMS I'M GONNA HIT EM WITH RAGE AND KEEP ON You in a dominion of holy war, tension keep the Jews and Palestinians hard-core. This is biblical conspiracy written in religion the keep the world in division, listen. In the streets they collide, turn rivers to blood, and peace treaties to napalm theories. Governmental to presidential they lie, America still high, the killers they multiply. This is final defcon of the omega, denominations gang bang for their savior. The wicked supersede the lost system with diplomatic immunity to murder your community. I'm ready to die, give me the word, I'm ready to shoot, I'm ready to kill my enemies, and put em in a body bag, while I'm looking at the president and burning a flag, what Go against the grain, break the chains, get out ESCAPE FROM THE KILLING FIELDS WITH THE POWER TO FORM STORMS I'M GONNA HIT EM WITH RAGE AND KEEP ON Go against the grain, break the chains, get out ESCAPE FROM THE KILLING FIELDS WITH THE POWER TO FORM STORMS I'M GONNA HIT EM WITH RAGE AND KEEP ON Stand and deliver me, strike my enemies and break the teeth of the wicked Stand ... and ... de-liv-er ... me ... strike this. Go against the grain, break the chains, get out ESCAPE FROM THE KILLING FIELDS WITH THE POWER TO FORM STORMS I'M GONNA HIT EM WITH RAGE AND KEEP ON Go against the grain, break the chains, get out ESCAPE FROM THE KILLING FIELDS WITH THE POWER TO FORM STORMS I'M GONNA HIT EM WITH RAGE AND KEEP ON |
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I been malignant, my brain it descecrate your evolution, mass produce rhymes with liquid biofusion.
In a cesspool, im hazardous. I step in the club, i resurrect the dance floor like im Lazaryth, from the cabinet. I bring it to the edge, where the mics and the DJs be hanging off the ledge, they fall, they fall yes y'all. Its 4 corners of the earth spinning off the axis since the days of Mary Magdalene, we savage, Bionic. Its revolution through your cerwin vega, armageddon on this mic device, with no savior. Where the freaks? let em out, point em all in my direction watch em penetrate the club like it was president protection, what chorus EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE HOLD TIGHT CAUSE EVERYTIME WE GRAB THE MIC YOU KNOW YOUR CLUB IGNITES. Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE HOLD TIGHT CAUSE EVERYTIME WE GRAB THE MIC YOU KNOW YOUR CLUB IGNITES. Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Masterpiece theatre, drama speaker, watch me exude armageddon interludes extract from my holster. Jagged edge rusty blade killing tools, graduated from rip it to death school in 72. All yall, aggrivate all four corners of the wall, stand at the throne of god hold your nose and freefall. Yes yall, act like Lionel Richie and walk the wall, i want to see yall sneeze brains and snatch chains when the track bang. Bionic Jive engage, in catastrophic, metaphorical, biochemical mic serenades. Hit the floor, sock somebody, while i headlock the track and rock your body, what EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE HOLD TIGHT CAUSE EVERYTIME WE GRAB THE MIC YOU KNOW YOUR CLUB IGNITES. Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE HOLD TIGHT CAUSE EVERYTIME WE GRAB THE MIC YOU KNOW YOUR CLUB IGNITES. Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT We set it off, off the wall We set it off, off the wall Hey, let them out, let them out, where the freaks at? Hey, let them out, let them out, where the freaks at? EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE HOLD TIGHT CAUSE EVERYTIME WE GRAB THE MIC YOU KNOW YOUR CLUB IGNITES. Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE HOLD TIGHT CAUSE EVERYTIME WE GRAB THE MIC YOU KNOW YOUR CLUB IGNITES. Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Where the freaks? LET EM OUT Heeeeeey, let them out, let them out Heeeeeey, let them out, let them out |
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This is the response after the passing of a dark storm and exhales from 5 headed dragons.
Bringing temperature to fright to farenheit, can I hit your hold dog pile and leave with a razor blade smile? I can hit yo dog pile leave with a razor blade smile in the meanwhile, bow to the profile. Heat and thunder storms up in exile in a crowd can I hit the stage and make'em get buck wild? YES! you can hit the stage and make them get buck wild too late to duck now so brace up, head stones raise up, need money now cause pockets got space to take up, wake up underwater with cement shoes and neck bruise Can Bionic Jive kick it? YES WE CAN Can we make triple digits? YES WE CAN Can we make the others quit it? YES WE CAN Can we show them how we did it? Like this Yall From city to city Block to Block come on ROCK ON ROCK ON FROM CORNER TO CORNER HOOD TO HOOD WHAT WE GON' DO? TURN IT OUT TURN IT OUT. From city to city Block to Block come on ROCK ON ROCK ON FROM CORNER TO CORNER HOOD TO HOOD WHAT WE GON' DO? TURN IT OUT TURN IT OUT. Break! Yo we popping this, rocking this, dropping this in yo metropolis, no stopping this, in a hood near you they copping this. Give me the keys because we locking this, do we ever miss? No we never miss. In fact, stand back to back, let the double barrel crack, your heart no longer pity pat, when I enter your chest and exit your back, Emerge can you make them respond and break them off like that? Like this, like that, like this, like that, we verbally gravitate them verbatim on tracks. Like that, like this, like that, like this we mentally mash matter make metaphors mix. Can Bionic Jive kick it? YES WE CAN Can we make triple digits? YES WE CAN Can we make the others quit it? YES WE CAN Can we show them how we did it? Like this Yall From city to city Block to Block come on ROCK ON ROCK ON FROM CORNER TO CORNER HOOD TO HOOD WHAT WE GON' DO? TURN IT OUT TURN IT OUT. From city to city Block to Block come on ROCK ON ROCK ON FROM CORNER TO CORNER HOOD TO HOOD WHAT WE GON' DO? TURN IT OUT TURN IT OUT. Break! I BANG ON EM HANG ON EM I rip it to death the way i throw them things on em I BANG ON EM HANG ON EM I rip it to death the way i throw them things on em I BANG ON EM HANG ON EM I rip it to death the way i throw them things on em I BANG ON EM HANG ON EM I rip it to death the way i throw them things on em From city to city Block to Block come on ROCK ON ROCK ON FROM CORNER TO CORNER HOOD TO HOOD WHAT WE GON' DO? TURN IT OUT TURN IT OUT. From city to city Block to Block come on ROCK ON ROCK ON FROM CORNER TO CORNER HOOD TO HOOD WHAT WE GON' DO? TURN IT OUT TURN IT OUT. From city to city Block to Block come on ROCK ON ROCK ON FROM CORNER TO CORNER HOOD TO HOOD WHAT WE GON' DO? TURN IT OUT TURN IT OUT. |
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Sweep concentration camps with blood hounds.
Night lamps lurking in the cold and damp fox hole. 1969, Vietnam never seen the dead calm type mode. From sun down till crack of dawn, dancing in the napalm, mamma's first born train to kill the calm. Dispatch the recon, reinforce legion, penetrate the strong hold with my ensemble. My platoon purple heart, trigger smart, lay them down off the last round at the birth of sundown. We tear it down, so what you gonna do? We tear it down, so what you gonna do? YES YES YA'LL EVERYBODY RICOCHET OF THE WALL YA'LL WE GON' BRAWL BRAWL YES YES YA'LL EVERYBODY RICOCHET OF THE WALL YA'LL WE GON' BRAWL BRAWL YES YES YA'LL EVERYBODY RICOCHET OF THE WALL YA'LL WE GON' BRAWL BRAWL YES YES YA'LL EVERYBODY RICOCHET OF THE WALL YA'LL WE GON' BRAWL BRAWL Intrusion 6 o'clock Swamp sleeper, booby trap barb wires in case peace plans back fire. Bullet wounds and knife scars till my lungs expire, all I got left is last words for messiah. There they go, the opposition they got my name on ammunition trying to hold my dominion. Fuck that, let the bayonnet connect, my battle cry resurrect Malcom X releasing full metal jackets. Espionage, rob the blue prints, now we hard to touch, in the clutch, like pentagon documents We tear it down, so what you gonna do? We tear it down, so what you gonna do? YES YES YA'LL EVERYBODY RICOCHET OF THE WALL YA'LL WE GON' BRAWL BRAWL YES YES YA'LL EVERYBODY RICOCHET OF THE WALL YA'LL WE GON' BRAWL BRAWL YES YES YA'LL EVERYBODY RICOCHET OF THE WALL YA'LL WE GON' BRAWL BRAWL YES YES YA'LL EVERYBODY RICOCHET OF THE WALL YA'LL WE GON' BRAWL BRAWL Mother can you ever forgive me, for taking a life? I'm only 19 becoming a man over seas. I wrote you this letter, under fire can you please talk to God? I think he's mad at me. I sleep in the rice fields for days at time, unable to move, limited food, I'm so cold. And all I have is dreams of holding my son and witnessing a smile from you, I love you. Please excuse the blood, I just lost another friend as I'm writing you, miss you. Another one gone and I'm ashamed cause these are days that I'm use to. NIGHTMARES FALL and I cant shake them ...NIGHTMARES FALL and I cant shake them I CANT SHAKE THEM.......I CANT SHAKE THEM YES YES YA'LL EVERYBODY RICOCHET OF THE WALL YA'LL WE GON' BRAWL BRAWL YES YES YA'LL EVERYBODY RICOCHET OF THE WALL YA'LL WE GON' BRAWL BRAWL YES YES YA'LL EVERYBODY RICOCHET OF THE WALL YA'LL WE GON' BRAWL BRAWL YES YES YA'LL EVERYBODY RICOCHET OF THE WALL YA'LL WE GON' BRAWL BRAWL Escape from the execution is futile. |
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Intergalactic gas surrounds the core of the solar,
now I'm born a supernova, I blow your mind to bipolar. I switch my level from the degrees of lava back to the surface of the solar holding torches with the rage of Iatola. I snar trap the farenheit, and ignite electrolites, Now I hold the aftermath of pipe bombs and backdrafts. My lyricisim holds your mind like a pharoah, so I command MCs to burn to the 3rd degree then proceed to burn marrow. I'm the arsonist who confuse tools criminologist use. Lighter fluid lace my vocal tone, the flame is the chaperone. Don't engage the sundweller, firestarter from the cellar. I scorch the outerlimits and fossilize all ligaments, I'm flammable. Chorus This situation is fire, arsenic live wire, DONT INTERVINE WHEN IM STANDING IN THE KEROSENE Times about to expire, will I ever retire, I GOT A SCHEME WITH THE LIGHTER AND THE GASOLINE This situation is fire, arsenic live wire, DONT INTERVINE WHEN IM STANDING IN THE KEROSENE Times about to expire, will I ever retire, I GOT A SCHEME WITH THE LIGHTER AND THE GASOLINE I crave to misbehave with heat waves and laser rays, lightning storms leave you torn and send debis airborn. Protective fire suits and gas mask to comply, when the live arsonist improvise and optimise, the method to immobilise and victimize. Witness hells architect, spit brimestone dialect, With nitrogen concepts I blow your manuscript to level X. Unlimited carnage supply when I the human scorch, blow torch your front porch, and do it twice like gemini. Volcanic bandit insane, with the rapid fire propane, My C-4 is qualified, cloud of ashes fill the sky, choice of fuel acid rain, blow your mind from subterrain, I return to supernova baptise in the solar. This situation is fire, arsenic live wire, DONT INTERVINE WHEN IM STANDING IN THE KEROSENE Times about to expire, will I ever retire, I GOT A SCHEME WITH THE LIGHTER AND THE GASOLINE This situation is fire, arsenic live wire, DONT INTERVINE WHEN IM STANDING IN THE KEROSENE Times about to expire, will I ever retire, I GOT A SCHEME WITH THE LIGHTER AND THE GASOLINE I rain fire, I burn live wires and cause friction, spit flames that will give your brain addictions. I cross lines like crucifixions with Celcius degrees and temperatures that will lock in position. Its my dereliction, when im inside your jurisdiction shut'em down and lock'em out like evictions, arsonic heat no restrictions, verbal backdrafts of demolition NEVER PROGRAMMABLE, I'M FLAMMIBLE. This situation is fire, arsenic live wire, DONT INTERVINE WHEN IM STANDING IN THE KEROSENE Times about to expire, will I ever retire, I GOT A SCHEME WITH THE LIGHTER AND THE GASOLINE This situation is fire, arsenic live wire, DONT INTERVINE WHEN IM STANDING IN THE KEROSENE Times about to expire, will I ever retire, I GOT A SCHEME WITH THE LIGHTER AND THE GASOLINE |
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One day on the block I was speaking to a close partner,
A BLACK CADDIE ROLLED UP {I shot ya] I felt my soul reach back to times in my youth was cold and gritty on the south side of the city, read the sign is says TOWN OF NO PITY first grade was vague, EIGHTH GRADE BOUNCE TO THE EAST SIDE. From Negros to esays SCUFFLE FROM SUNDAY THROUGH SATURDAYS, IN ALLEY WAYS, SHADY WAYS, WHEN MY MOM WASN'T LOOKIN. A MIDNIGHT MARAUDER, LIFE WAS PART OF ME, DIPPIN OUT THE WINDOW OF YOUR DAUGHTER. DAYS COME AND GONE DEFINE WHO WE ARE. THERE I AM AT AGE 19 A GHETTO SUPER STAR. BANG, BANG, ANGEL OF DEATH CAME TO CLAIM BANG, BANG, HOLDING A BULLET WITH MY NAME BANG, BANG, LIFE IS OVER, TO LATE TO CHANGE I'm walking with shadows in the valley of death, come on BANG, BANG, ANGEL OF DEATH CAME TO CLAIM BANG, BANG, HOLDING A BULLET WITH MY NAME BANG, BANG, LIFE IS OVER, TO LATE TO CHANGE I'm walking with shadows in the valley of death, come on Yeah I'm a dead man now, Yeah too late to change So many escapades led me astray, look there goes the time I FIRST HELD AN A-K, aimed at your way, ITCHY FINGER LOOKIN TO TURN YALL TO DEAD WEIGHT. No role model, living life at full throttle, mind gone, doing wrong, PASSIN OUT WITH A 40 BOTTLE, and I tell ya. I kept trippin as my soul kept drifting, THROUGH DEATH IM REMENISIN MY LIFE OF NON FICTION. GLOBE STILL SPINNIN WITNESSING WHAT I'M MISSIN, AND WHAT MADE ME YEARN ADDICTION. TO MONEY WEED AND BITCHES, game brought me the riches, SABOTAGE FROM SNITCHES, this is, JUST A CHRONICLE OF DAYS COME AND GONE, NOW. BANG, BANG, ANGEL OF DEATH CAME TO CLAIM BANG, BANG, HOLDING A BULLET WITH MY NAME BANG, BANG, LIFE IS OVER, TO LATE TO CHANGE I'm walking with shadows in the valley of death, come on BANG, BANG, ANGEL OF DEATH CAME TO CLAIM BANG, BANG, HOLDING A BULLET WITH MY NAME BANG, BANG, LIFE IS OVER, TO LATE TO CHANGE I'm walking with shadows in the valley of death, come on Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge. Im trying not to lose my head. Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge. Im trying not to lose my head. BANG, BANG, ANGEL OF DEATH CAME TO CLAIM BANG, BANG, HOLDING A BULLET WITH MY NAME BANG, BANG, LIFE IS OVER, TO LATE TO CHANGE I'm walking with shadows in the valley of death, come on BANG, BANG, ANGEL OF DEATH CAME TO CLAIM BANG, BANG, HOLDING A BULLET WITH MY NAME BANG, BANG, LIFE IS OVER, TO LATE TO CHANGE I'm walking with shadows in the valley of death, come on |
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I sit I'm my room claustrophobic,
as I watch the walls breath succumbing to self pity, and these voices wont leave. I got a revolver in my hand with six chambers and they all full, every bullet contradicts the contemplation of suicide. I wanna die. So I sit and clinch my bible until my palms sweat, and blister, cause I hate my sister. First I'm gonna light a candle in the form of a seance, and see the light on the wall reflect all this childhood neglect. I cock the hammer, I let the steel touch my tongue and taste the metal for the first time, I see the faces of my loved ones, but fuck a note, cause when I do it, I want it to be a mystery, and let them feel the same pain that I felt, this is the remedy. Goodbye, sad days, I'd rather sleep my life away Goodbye, heartbreak, I found my own way, Suicide I get on my knees and say a prayer, I tell god that I cant handle all this pressure, I wanna kick it up there. Why should I wanna live? When my mother used to molest me in front of my stepfather, she beat me and he undressed me, see. He took my manhood before I became a man, so now I sit here at 16 with this gun in my hand. Death is the only way out, the murder of myself will show em all the theres a way out, I cry for my soul. Depression has taken a toll on my every existence, so when I think of humiliation I cant breathe, its time to leave. Cause I'm gone show what you did, for tormenting me as a kid, you raised me, now look what I did Goodbye, sad days, I'd rather sleep my life away Goodbye, heartbreak, I found my own way, Suicide I don't wanna die, I wanna breathe again, I don't wanna have to say..... Goodbye, sad days, I'd rather sleep my life away Goodbye, heartbreak, I found my own way, Suicide My soul is slipping away, I don't wanna leave, not in this way |
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